Saturday, 5 April 2014

#5 revolutions

i am every truth i ever heard
words blurring into
birds flight
enlightened sky
nights delight

i am every word that ever found me
deeds hurling into
heads mending
ends meeting
in the light

i am every truth that ever left me
weft heading into
warp drives
a pilots night
heads might just

i am every maybe that unmade
frayed weaving as the
lights leaving
birds leading
me to night

i am every night that words made true

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